The Wait

The clock holds the measure of thought
the pendulum sways in doubt,
religion eviscerates its romantic hyperbole,
promising everlasting life to mortal ants whom 
revolutionize and immortalize the great myth
with abhorrent and deviant propaganda;
you will transform to the High Church edicts and 
precepts or face overthrowing and ostracization, you  
will bow to this golden and pagan calf, you will learn 
fear and respect, you will never disobey the high
commands of the church, you must bend, you must
break, and you must comply or become the anti-Christ,
the unforgiving one who will die in an internal flame of 
fire while being unconsciously dead as a doorknob; pure
rubbish, deadpan trumpery, and abortive mullock to believe
that an eternal wing will fly you to another place beyond
your immortal grave, this is an abominable doctrine of 
repressive dogma to keep the elite in power and the weak
in proverbial check, and while you sit in your wasteful pew
bowing to their contriving and devised god, just remember
you're still paying them to be in chains and the only god they
bow to is the almighty dollar and puissant greed. 

-  John Hardesty